Not All Who Wander are Lost…unless they are
Synchronicities and decisions. After a nice visit, I left my friend’s house in middle-of-nowhere-not-far-from-Breckenridge Colorado. It had snowed for two days, first day had melted off, but forecast showed much more on the way. It was time to skedaddle. If I had remembered that another friend lived in southern Colorado, I would have gone to visit him and his wife. Instead, I drove to Valley of the Gods, UT., one of my most favorite places, found this heart at a…